St. Charles (Illinois) Chronicle, Jan. 24, 1935
U.S. Elliott Writes of Now Gone to Long Rest
Friends of Other Days
by U. S. Elliott
The grim reaper, death, silently works on in these parts. He is fast removing oldtime citizens, long of this community and vicinity, to their final rest. This past week an oldtime citizen and friend, Claes Wallin, aged near 77, passed to his rest.
The passing of Claes Wallin recalls more memories of days long gone by. I think it was in the spring of 1882 when I first met Mr. Wallin. At this time, the Elliott family home was at the corner of 4th and South avenues. We had for neighbors on the north, the John P. Elf family, Mrs. Mathilda Elf, a sister of the late Joseph Bumgren, had then recently become the wife of Mr. Elf. A year or two before this, she, a widow by the name Mrs. Anderson, with her two sons, John and Willie, had emigrated to St. Charles from Sweden, their former home. She, prior to her marriage to Mr. Elf, with her two sons lived at the home of her brother Joseph, who then resided at corner 3rd and Indian avenues. After becoming the wife of Mr. Elf, she and her two boys became our very good neighbors.
On day, in the spring of 1882, there was great excitement in the neighborhood. A large delegation of Swedish emigrants, each carrying a carpet sack or suitcase, were seen marching down the middle of the road on 4th avenue and on and into the Elf home at the corner 4th and Ohio avenues.
Of that party of emigrants were Mr. and Mrs. Claes Wallin, Mr. and Mrs. John Bloom and two or three children, and Mr. and Mrs. Levi Johnson.
Mrs. Wallin and Mrs. Bloom were sisters of Mrs. Elf and I'll say there was a grand reunion at the Elf home that day. The newcomers into our neighborhood created some excitement for us, the neighborhood kids, for none of these newcomers then knew a word of English.
After a day or two at the Elf home, and after looking around St. Charles for home sites, Mr. and Mrs. Levi Johnson rented, as their first St. Charles home, the old John Klink residence on West Main street near the corner of 3rd street. I was requested by Mr. Elf to take my team and two seated buggy or light wagon and transport Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and their belongings to their new west side St. Charles home. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson later became the parents of Clifford Johnson, Mrs. Julia Parker and Mrs. Fred Swanberg, all born in St. Charles. One day, some time ago, I told Julia at the Anderson and Parker store, that I had the honor of giving her father and mother their first St. Charles buggy ride.
The first home I remember of Mr. and Mrs. Wallin was in the George Welch house at the corner of 3rd and Ohio avenues, where they resided for several years. Mr. Wallin was for a long time an employee in the stone quarry at Cedar Bluff, for the late Edward Wrightson, proprietor of this quarry. At this time this stone quarry now known as Mooresville or Frog Town had only two little stone houses in the neighborhood - one was the Wrightson cottage, the other the little stone home of Mr. and Mrs. Beech, parents of Mrs. Wrightson. I hauled with my team many wagon loads of stone and stone chips from this quarry that Mr. Wrightson and Mr. Wallin quarried.
This stone quarry, openly exposed to summer sun, was a very hot place to work, especially in the summer time. On one of these scorching summer days, Mr. Wallin was badly overcome with the heat. He was taken home where he somewhat recovered, but remained an invalid about home, unable to work, for several years thereafter. In fact, he never recovered his former robust health.
In later years, he and his wife erected their little home on East Indiana ave. which remained their abode until Mrs. Wallin's death in 1923. Thereafter Mr. Wallin resided there alone, until shortly before his death and last sickness he was taken to the home of Mr. and Mrs. William Nord, his son-in-law and daughter, and tenderly cared for by Mrs. Nord until his death which occurred in the old neighborhood of his first St. Charles home.
Surviving besides Mrs. Nord is Mrs. Benthuysen, a daughter residing in Algonquin.
Not related, just posting from and old newspaper.